The Lord Of The Mysteries
Chapter 108's
Although it was not yet dawn, the well-ventilated but quiet and dark underground was illuminated by gas lamps. The dim yellow light emitted from the gas lamps was protected by glass, allowing them to continue to shine throughout the empty and silent tunnel.
Klein sat in the study room and casually flipped through the newspapers, magazines, and books stacked in front of him. He directed some of his attention outside, to prevent anyone from entering the Chanis Gate.
His jacket and hat were hung on a clothes rack near the entrance while his cane was leaned against the wall for easy retrieval.
The rich aroma of coffee filled the air, and Klein could not help but breathe it in. He massaged his temple to counteract the heaviness in his head that he was experiencing and the fatigue of his body.
As a student on Earth, she often slept at five in the morning and woke up during the day, all the while staying up all night for the last two to three years of her working life, to the point of being able to attend work excitedly the next day. However, it is all thanks to overly exhilarating games, overly interesting novels, overly entertaining television shows and movies.
This world clearly did not have the necessary need to stay up all night.
"Seriously, Emperor Roselle. If you want to do it, do it right. Pour your limited life into unlimited enterprise. Lead the people of this world into the information age!" Klein muttered without a sound. He could only console himself that there were at least more and more interesting newspapers, magazines, and novels.
Initially, she wanted to focus on her studies to endure her sleepiness. However, practically speaking, it was against his duty. Once he entered that state, he would easily ignore every movement outside and every change of situation at Chanis Gate.
Phew. Klein took out his coffee cup and blew on it carefully.
He took a sip and let a fragrant taste flow around his mouth before letting the liquid slowly flow down his throat.
"Fermo Coffee from the Paz Valley, very bitter but very refreshing," Klein praised and put down his coffee cup.
The Paz Valley is located in the Southern Continent, a region that produces high quality coffee beans. It is currently being contested by the Intis Republic and Loen Kingdom. They both built colonial settlements on the left and right edges of the Paz Valley, and had destroyed the original Paz Kingdom.
In a gripping silence, Klein casually picked up a magazine and realized that it was Ladies Aesthetic, who talked about fashion and dating.
"This must be from Rozanne .." he muttered amusedly as he flipped through it with a piqued interest.
Perhaps due to the sudden advancement of camera technology in the last decade or so, magazines not only use a lot of illustrations, they even use monochrome images as their content.
They fashionably invite famous drama and music actors to model the charm and magical couple of the outfit. Within seven years, the new regional Backlund magazine became a mainstream magazine spread across the country.
"The dress looks good, she is also beautiful .." Klein flips through it casually and does not hide her aesthetic tendencies.
He was a man who had matured normally both in body and mind. She has always appreciated beautiful women, but she has long set her goal—finding her way home. Therefore, he tries his best to keep his distance from the opposite sex, so that he does not waste others' time or leave any emotional burden behind.
As for the street hiker, he was quite a germaphobe in that aspect.
Benson and Melissa were already shackles that could not be removed. He could only find a way to make up for it in the future .. Klein suddenly felt his heart heavy and he could only sigh.
The further away he got from home, the more melancholy he felt in the quiet middle of the night.
He suddenly lost his interest in seeing the beautiful woman and put the magazine in his hands. He picked up a novel instead.
"Stormwind Mountain Villa, author, Fors Wall," Klein read the content on the cover.
The quiet night, the dim yellow light, and the leather-bound book reminded him of his youth when he rented books. Therefore, he continued to read only out of nostalgia.
Stormwind Mountain Villa is a novel about Lady Sissi, who is 1.65 meters tall and weighs ninety-eight pounds. It was the story of him starting out as a home tutor at the Fruys Mountain Villa.
"One pound is about half a kilogram.. Is this Jane Eyre from an alternate world?" Klein stroked the delicate paper with his finger as he began to second-guess the next piece of content.
However, when he thinks it is a romance novel, an evil spirit appears in the story. When she believes that it is a ghost story, Lady Sissi reveals herself as a detective and makes an extraordinary conclusion.
As Klein feels that it must be a detective novel, the male lead character gets a hard hit on his head and loses his memory. Then, it became a heart-wrenching drama.
"… In the end, it's still a romance book." Klein closed the book and drank a sip of coffee.
Thumping!
Thumping! Thumping! Thumping!
A ferocious knock suddenly sounded as it echoed in the dim and silent empty corridor.
Klein jumped in shock as he instantly became tense.
He instinctively took out the revolver from his armpit sheath, adjusting the cylinder and hammer. Then, he slowly walked to the door and looked for the source of the sound.
Thumping! Thumping! Thumping!
Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!
The punch became more and more intense. Klein looked towards the voice and saw a black gate swinging outwards carved with seven Sacred Emblems.
"Voice from outside the Chanis Gate?" He narrowed his eyes and his heart beat like a drum.
Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!
Klein saw the Chanis Gate shake gently, and he felt a huge impact that he was holding back.
"No way, right.. I faced something on my first day on duty? Did I get a damn constitution after I moved?" Klein's right hand broke out in cold sweat while holding the revolver.
Could this be a normal phenomenon? Klein suddenly calmed down.
Bang out! Bang out! Bang out! Thumping! Thumping! Thumping! The commotion outside of Chanis Gate grew more intense, but the heavy black metal gate only shook. Otherwise, it shows no unusual signs.
“It's normal. I almost died of shock..” muttered Klein, before he prepared to return to the task room.
Just then, he heard a sharp grinding sound. He saw the heavy Chanis Gate bulging out as cracks appeared on its surface!
The spirit!
In a thunderous voice, Klein's almost fixated eyes saw a figure. She was about the length of a man's arm, and she wore a classic mini regal dress in black. There was a clear stain on the dress.
It had a not-so-beautiful face, black eyes, and tightly closed lips.
It was a rag doll, a rag toy doll!
At that moment, when Klein was about to subconsciously raise his weapon to aim, the cloth puppet leaned firmly into the gap in the Chanis Gate and opened the paper he was holding.
There were many mysterious symbols on the paper, some that Klein knew and some that he had yet to learn. Together, they form vertical eyes!
Klein had yet to grasp the situation when the majestic robed puppet was suddenly dragged back by a formless force to the back of Chanis Gate!
Crunch!
The Chanis Gate was closed once again, with no more knocking or pounding.
The basement regained its calmness and silence as if nothing had happened.
"i had to tell the Captain that the Chanis Gate was opened from within. But the door closed itself.." At that moment, Klein's mental facility returned to him as he felt alarm, fear, and doubt.
A few seconds later, he remembered what a rag doll was. Since he was an official member of the Nighthawks, he was given permission to find out about the Class 3 Enclosed Artifacts sealed behind the Chanis Gate.
"Number: 0625.
Name: Kemalangan Fabric Doll.
"Danger Level: 3. Extremely dangerous. It should be used with caution. It can only be applied to surgeries that require three or more people.
"Security classification: Member of Official Nighthawk or higher.
"Sealing method: Only need to be separated from humans.
Description: Fabric dolls wearing regal dresses were popular around the year 1300. The dress had a stain that was almost impossible to remove. It is uncertain whether the stain existed from the beginning.
"In some tragic cases of individual family financial crisis recorded at Tingen, police noticed the doll's whereabouts. The doll is always placed in the children's bedroom, on the side table beside the bed.
"Some Nighthawks accepted the request and began an investigation on the doll.
"The initial valuation determines that it brings misfortune, causes those around it to be unlucky and find themselves in danger. Eventually, they would die one after another. It only took two weeks for the examiners to reach the brink of bankruptcy.
"The doll is not equipped with the ability to live. It had no tendency to escape from the seal.
"Through a long period of experimentation, we found that as long as one did not come within ten meters for more than half an hour a day, one would not be stained by misfortune. If misfortune befalls a person, that person will immediately make the situation change for the better as long as the misfortune is transferred to someone else.
"Attachment: The doll first appeared in the home of an elderly woman, Tess, who lives on Lower Street's Iron Cross Street. He's a toy maker. Due to her old age and her husband being seriously ill, with both of her children dying early, she had no choice but to move to the Iron Cross Street Lower Road.
"This is the last toy he sold. She swapped the doll for hemlock poison and ended her and her husband's lives, after starving for more than three days."
As Klein recalled the information of the Closed Artifact 3-0625, he felt even more doubtful and horrified.
Isn't it said that the doll is not equipped with the ability to live? Isn't that saying that it has no tendency to escape from the seal?
What did I just see!?
What brought him back in the end?
The symbol drawn on the unfurled paper, what does it mean?
The scene was earlier like how a psychotic killer dealt with his victim as the victim slammed the door hard and cried out for help desperately, only to be dragged back …
While these thoughts flooded into her, Klein decided not to make his own decisions.
He returned to the task room and pulled the rope.
The rope tightened, the gears turned, and suddenly a hasty ringtone rang out on the second floor of the Blackthorn Security Company.
Leonard Mitchell and the other Sleepless who were playing cards in the entertainment room immediately put down their poker cards and ran into the basement.
